It's quickly Friday, the week went by so fast, hanging out with friends and with Andrew, and I tried to start paying attention in class, but then I decided not too, again.

So, now, I lie on my beautiful bed that I now love more than life. The room bright from the remaining sun casting into my room.

I used to think my bed was too girly with it's flowers and expressive colors, but now I see that it just screams out my true self!

I lie with my arms and legs stretched out on the soft mattress, yep, my bed is that big.

Maybe I should say thanks to my mom for giving me this bed...? Eh, maybe later.

I'm waiting for Sally for our Friday girl night, - at last the day has come.

And just like that she enters through the open window, I can hear her shifting onto the ledge, breathing heavily.

"Hey," she says after catching her breath.

"Hey," I chirp back, sitting on my bed to turn towards her.

"How are you?" she asks and comes to me with a hug.

"Great, let's watch a movie," I ask, already getting off my bed.

"I just wanna stay on your bed," she awes as she scooches her body onto the mattress, relaxing into her position.

Lying down fully, she looks like a mermaid in that position, her body stretched out horizontally on the bed, so she bends her knees to be able to lie down fully. I smile at her as I look at her beautiful physic for a moment, taking notice of her now long blonde hair.

I turn around towards my shelves and bend down to the bottom cupboard to grab the recently untouched CDs of our favorite old movies.

I pick them up carefully, as if they're the most fragile things in the world, and stand back up, towards my bed.

"Which movie?" I ask as I make sure the CDs don't fall as I wipe away the collection of dust forming onto the top of the stack.

"Oooh, any really," she says as she shifts on the bed, coming closer to me, taking a little peep,"You decide," she offers.

"Hmm, okay," I answer, looking at the stack of movies, intensivly thinking of what I'm in the mood for but before I can open my mouth and respond, Sally pipes out.

"I know, I know," she says happily and loudly.

I wait for her to continue.

"Anything with Marylin Monroe," she says, smiling as she winks, getting all excited as she looks at me, wiggling her eyebrows.

An amused smile plays at my lips as I roll my eyes.

"Okay," I say, dragging the word out as I walk over to my nightstand, placing the rest of the CDs on the table.

"I guess we can watch 'There's no business like show business,'" I suggest, pulling out the CD, ready to put it in the TV.

"Wait, no," Sally stops me, putting her hands up as she shuffles to her knees on my bed.

"What?" I ask, growing worried.

"What about, 'Some like it Hot'? " she suggests, her voice soft as she speaks, her eyes widen, waiting for my answer.

I don't want to watch it though. I love the movie but, I guess... there's too many memories I don't want to revisit.

I think she can tell this as she sighs, kneeing closer to the edge of the bed to reach her hands to touch mine. She cups them in her soft hands.

"Please, let's watch it, I know you don't want to admit that you love this movie and that you love to sing, but, it's a perfect pick for you," she says, her voice soft as she pleads. I look down at her big eyes. She looks like a kid begging their mom for a treat.

I wanna say no, but I guess this is the least I could do for her.

"Fine," I sigh.

"Yay," she yells, doing a little dance before plopping back fully onto the bed. Her body parallel with the bed, her hair fluffs at the contact of the mattress and her head.

"Okay, here...we...go," I say, getting excited myself as I put the disk into my small room television.

After putting it in, I jump onto the bed with Sally, growing excited to watch the movie, despite wanting to protest, and Sally yelps as the mattress bounces underneath us.

I giggle and we lie on my big bed, the room feeling expansive as we look up at the ceiling. Our heads are on the pillows as we look up.

Sally sighs.

"This is nice," she says, probably smiling,"I love this movie, you know," she says, giggling a bit, acting her usual childish self, "I remember watching this when we were like ... ten or something, for the first time together and we were just, aaaa, it was amazing, and remember how we were just fussing to not watch it," Sally recalls, chuckling now and then as she states one memory after the other.

I remember that day, the way my dad took out discs from my mom's shelf and smiled brightly. He choose the movie for us. Sally had fussed angrily at my dad for choosing such an old movie. I fussed too, following Sally's whines despite the fact that when my dad took out those dusty disks that looked so perfect, I was excited. But when I saw Sally complaining, I followed too, not truly meaning it though.

Good thing we watched it anyway.

I think that was the only time Sally had a reason to not like my dad. But for me, it was the only time when I felt it was good he was there. Sally never understood my true hate for my dad but she always supported me anyway, though, usually dodging the topic.

My dad just rolled his eyes and put the disk into the TV slot.

I remember how much I felt like I was the only girl alive as I floated in awe watching the beautiful movie. I memorized every scene after that.

I never told Sally how much I really loved it, I don't think we ever really did express our feelings towards the movie.

I chuckled as I recalled the moment, going into the zone for a moment as I remembered Sally and I's little selves. Sally with her beautiful blond hair, as usual, her chubby cheeks as she played with her collection of toys while I just watched her.

"Ya, I remember," I answer, smiling too.

Sally laughed.

My smile turned upside down, recalling the memories that made me feel sad, life was so much easier then. Thinking about my dad doesn't make me feel good.

I try to turn away from the moment, wanting to recall something else.

"This bed is SOOO soft," Sally exclaims, changing the topic as she extends her arms even more, making her hands leave the bed for a moment before plopping her hands back onto the mattress.

"Ya," I agree. My voice sounds sad.

I sigh.

The windows on both sides of my bed are blowing a soft breeze into the room. My white drapes sway to the beat of the wind, making a wave rhythm.

The room gleams with a mellow vibe, the white drapes reflecting into the room yet it feels dark as I think. The sun outside has set and the room is like a purple light, an afterglow of the sunset.

Sally looks comfortable as she looks up at the ceiling, probably thinking happy thoughts.

I sigh out load. Maybe I should tell her how I feel and what I'm thinking about? Maybe...
Battled between speaking or not, I feel weak as I do finally speak and I look concerned, conflicted- which maybe I am...?

"Remember when you said I looked like I was ten?" I ask, my voice soft in a questioning matter, wondering if this question is bad, wrong, off limits.

"Oh, ya," she recalled, laughing out loud as she thought of it.

I felt sad for a moment. Does she know how that made me insecure? Is she making fun of me, is that why she's laughing? Maybe she did know...?

Probably not.

"Do you... really think that?" I asked, my voice quiet and hesitant.

She chuckled.

"Of course not," she said, her voice in a light mood.

"Really?" I decided to ask.

"Well, of course, I was just lying, I told myself it was a joke, but really I was just jealous of you," she says, shrugging out her words like they're no big deal, "In reality, I think I thought you were the hottest girl in school and I was just a tad jealous," she confesses, not realizing the effect her words have on me, how a relief washes over me and my whole friendship with her in the past seems to have shifted.

"Really?" I ask, surprised by her confession and curious to find out more, but my voice stays weak.

"Ya!" She exclaims.

I chuckled.

"Really? Really?" I asked again, more sure of myself, but still checking. I usually don't ask for reassurance.

She laughed.

"Of course," she told me, pushing my side a bit.

I laughed.

"Okay, okay, let's watch this movie," I said, shrugging off the topic.

"Yes, of course!!!" Sally exclaimed, "Let's see Marylin Monroe in her sexy ass nude dress," Sally said, a bit too excited, but it was funny as she nudged my side. Sitting against the backboard of the bed, the movie began with the click of the remote in my hand.